First Sentences Are Doors To Worlds.

My Real Children Starts Quietly, Then Suddenly Takes You On Two Roller-coaster Rides At Once, Swooping Dizzily Through A Double Panorama And Ending In A Sort Of Super Sophie's Choice. A Daring Tour De Force.

Go To Bed; Tired Is Stupid.

Sure, It's Simple, Writing For Kids... Just As Simple As Bringing Them Up.

To Make A Thief, Make An Owner; To Create Crime, Create Laws.

You Fear Them Because You Fear Death, And Rightly: For Death Is Terrible And Must Be Feared,' The Mage Said...'and Life Is Also A Terrible Thing,' Ged Said, 'and Must Be Feared And Praised.